IN THE VIA SESTINA
O daughter of Isis,Thou standest beside the wet highwayOf this decayed Rome,A manifest harlot.Straight and slim art thouAs a marble phallus;Thy face is the face of IsisCarvenAs she is carven in basalt.And my heart stops with aweAt the presence of the gods,There beside thee on the stall of imagesIs the head of OsirisThy lord.Richard Aldington
O daughter of Isis,Thou standest beside the wet highwayOf this decayed Rome,A manifest harlot.Straight and slim art thouAs a marble phallus;Thy face is the face of IsisCarvenAs she is carven in basalt.And my heart stops with aweAt the presence of the gods,There beside thee on the stall of imagesIs the head of OsirisThy lord.Richard Aldington
O daughter of Isis,Thou standest beside the wet highwayOf this decayed Rome,A manifest harlot.
O daughter of Isis,
Thou standest beside the wet highway
Of this decayed Rome,
A manifest harlot.
Straight and slim art thouAs a marble phallus;Thy face is the face of IsisCarven
Straight and slim art thou
As a marble phallus;
Thy face is the face of Isis
Carven
As she is carven in basalt.And my heart stops with aweAt the presence of the gods,
As she is carven in basalt.
And my heart stops with awe
At the presence of the gods,
There beside thee on the stall of imagesIs the head of OsirisThy lord.
There beside thee on the stall of images
Is the head of Osiris
Thy lord.
Richard Aldington
Richard Aldington